Mary, this station is playing every sad song.I remember like we were alive.I heard it heard and sung them all from inside of these walls.In a prison cell, where we spent those nights.And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her.Licking young boys blood from her claws.And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew.Her hair was rabid and her heart was like a tomb.My heart's like a wound.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life.Better safe than making the party.And I never had a good time, I sat my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella.Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

It's funny how the night moves.Humming a song from 1962.We were always waiting...always waiting.We were always waiting for something to happen.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?